fighter. I mean, really, what does this guy expect? A doormat? A wallflower? What I haven’t fully realized yet is that this guy gets off on a good angry fuck and he most definitely gets off on a resistant and noncompliant redhead.
He approaches as I continue to back away, “Get away from me.”
“Get away from me,” he mocks me.
He grabs a handful of my hair, tugging and pulling my head back. “Shut up, slave.” He intentionally draws the word out to antagonize me. He covers my mouth with his and passionately kisses me. His tongue slowly probes and explores my mouth, retreating every so often to seductively chew on my bottom lip.
“My little virgin, untainted by any other,” he says as he unbuttons my shirt, removing it and unclasping my bra.
“No, Antonio Wayne,” I repeat in an effort to enforce some type of control. “Not here.”
I have to look away from his piercing, black stare.
“I say where, I say when, and I say how, Roxanne! Now, remove the rest of your clothing,” he commands.
“I don’t want to.”
“Be a good girl and do as I say.”
“I’m not a good girl.”
“Well, there is always this option,” he removes a knife from his tailored pants and challenges me with a stare that is an obvious demand for compliance.
I obey and stand before him nude with my arms crossed and feeling very vulnerable.
“Spread your legs like a good little girl for me.”
“I don’t want to and I’m not a good girl,” I spew. He jerks on a little tuft of red hair hair between my legs and I immediately feel the moisture begin to pool in my core. What is it about this guy that makes my body respond to him the way that it does?
“Do it!” he commands.
I obey him and he plunges a finger into me.
“Roxanne,” he says as he cocks his head and slyly eyes me.
“I can’t help it,” I say, flushing.
“Lie down” he says, placing me on a fur rug. “Roxanne likes her new owner, doesn’t she?”
“No one owns me,” I say and lock my knees together in defiance.
He forces them open with his hands and glares at me. “I have so much planned for your kinky, little ass. You have no idea the debauchery that hides within your soul, do you?” He gives me no time to answer as he continues to speak. “I’m just the fucked up individual to not only show you the darkness hiding inside you, but to bring it to the forefront for my pleasure.”
He explores my moistened folds with his finger as he talks to me, completely ignoring my comment about not being owned.
“You are never to let anyone else touch you! No one! No one else, Roxanne. No man is ever to touch you! In fact, I don’t think I will permit women to touch you either.”
“I’m not like that, I state defensively. “I’m not dirty; I don’t sleep around.”
He stifles a laugh. He knows I’m telling the truth.
He jerks a little tuft of hair again.
“Ouch!” I exclaim and attempt to pull away from him.
“My little closet freak,” he teases.
“I don’t know what that means,” I say.
“It means you enjoy my dominance, young lady.”
He starts to taunt me when he hears the women in the dressing room. “Those girls out there know what I’m doing to you in here.”
“You little closet freak, you’re an exhibitionist.”
“I don’t know what that means either.”
“It means you like to be watched but you better limit that to only me. You are to never let anyone else watch you!”
“I’m not dirty,” I answer defensively.
“Oh, you are most definitely a dirty girl,” he teases.
“Then I’m your dirty girl,” I say. He slips another finger in me and lightly nibbles at my nipple.
“My innocent little flower,” he croons.
He pulls his pants down, laying his entire length down on me and slowly entering my depths as he studies the myriad of emotions running across my face. His desire to read my every reaction is evident.
“Don’t hurt me.”
“Are you sore?”
“I don’t know how to explain.”
He approaches as I continue to back away, “Get away from me.”
“Get away from me,” he mocks me.
He grabs a handful of my hair, tugging and pulling my head back. “Shut up, slave.” He intentionally draws the word out to antagonize me. He covers my mouth with his and passionately kisses me. His tongue slowly probes and explores my mouth, retreating every so often to seductively chew on my bottom lip.
“My little virgin, untainted by any other,” he says as he unbuttons my shirt, removing it and unclasping my bra.
“No, Antonio Wayne,” I repeat in an effort to enforce some type of control. “Not here.”
I have to look away from his piercing, black stare.
“I say where, I say when, and I say how, Roxanne! Now, remove the rest of your clothing,” he commands.
“I don’t want to.”
“Be a good girl and do as I say.”
“I’m not a good girl.”
“Well, there is always this option,” he removes a knife from his tailored pants and challenges me with a stare that is an obvious demand for compliance.
I obey and stand before him nude with my arms crossed and feeling very vulnerable.
“Spread your legs like a good little girl for me.”
“I don’t want to and I’m not a good girl,” I spew. He jerks on a little tuft of red hair hair between my legs and I immediately feel the moisture begin to pool in my core. What is it about this guy that makes my body respond to him the way that it does?
“Do it!” he commands.
I obey him and he plunges a finger into me.
“Roxanne,” he says as he cocks his head and slyly eyes me.
“I can’t help it,” I say, flushing.
“Lie down” he says, placing me on a fur rug. “Roxanne likes her new owner, doesn’t she?”
“No one owns me,” I say and lock my knees together in defiance.
He forces them open with his hands and glares at me. “I have so much planned for your kinky, little ass. You have no idea the debauchery that hides within your soul, do you?” He gives me no time to answer as he continues to speak. “I’m just the fucked up individual to not only show you the darkness hiding inside you, but to bring it to the forefront for my pleasure.”
He explores my moistened folds with his finger as he talks to me, completely ignoring my comment about not being owned.
“You are never to let anyone else touch you! No one! No one else, Roxanne. No man is ever to touch you! In fact, I don’t think I will permit women to touch you either.”
“I’m not like that, I state defensively. “I’m not dirty; I don’t sleep around.”
He stifles a laugh. He knows I’m telling the truth.
He jerks a little tuft of hair again.
“Ouch!” I exclaim and attempt to pull away from him.
“My little closet freak,” he teases.
“I don’t know what that means,” I say.
“It means you enjoy my dominance, young lady.”
He starts to taunt me when he hears the women in the dressing room. “Those girls out there know what I’m doing to you in here.”
“You little closet freak, you’re an exhibitionist.”
“I don’t know what that means either.”
“It means you like to be watched but you better limit that to only me. You are to never let anyone else watch you!”
“I’m not dirty,” I answer defensively.
“Oh, you are most definitely a dirty girl,” he teases.
“Then I’m your dirty girl,” I say. He slips another finger in me and lightly nibbles at my nipple.
“My innocent little flower,” he croons.
He pulls his pants down, laying his entire length down on me and slowly entering my depths as he studies the myriad of emotions running across my face. His desire to read my every reaction is evident.
“Don’t hurt me.”
“Are you sore?”
“I don’t know how to explain.”
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